Cold Dripping (Peter Parker)

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Parts 6
Time 14m

Reads 45
Votes 1
Parts 6
Time 14m

Stuck no way out.
Cold water dripping on my head. Drip drip drip.. just like the blood dripping down the walls. Ha.. how funny.. I'm fine. Totally.
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